Lover's Prelude

When she'd befriended Stefan Salvatore, Hanne had thought she'd finally got it right. Whatever formula it was to endear her to people, to actually make friends- she'd dared hope that she'd perfected it. That notion had been dashed the moment he and his darling brother had placed a hood over her head and tried to trade her for a doppelgänger. (Klaus/oc. sort of slow burn.)